Red on black,
a red rose fell
on the asphalt
and then it rained.
I went to pick it up,
the wind blew;
I ran after her
and she disappeared.
Red on black,
your lips in the darkness,
flames that light up
to illuminate.
I approached to kiss them
looking for pleasure,
I cursed those lips
when I was burned.
Red on black,
blood that stains the mud,
br/>soul of a soldier
who no longer suffers.
He did not ask for war,
he did not want to die,
My goodness, what a lot of shit
to survive!